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spookycam
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Post by spookycam on Jan 6, 2018 11:35:21 GMT -6
OOC Name: Cam Character Name: Amelita Chandler Power Class Desired: Psychic
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development?
There are a few reasons that I think being psionic would benefit Amelita as a character. For one, it gives her a concrete foundation for being an outcast. Of course her parents love her, but with that comes over-protection, cloistering and that voice in the back of their head that their daughter is abnormal. It gives her a tool to survive on her own in a dangerous environment despite being relatively young. It also gives her a deep connection to Pokemon, who are the driving point in her end goal to create a haven for herself, Ghosts and other Pokemon who generally are stigmatized or outcast based on type, appearance, etc.
Aside from the content of Amelita’s story specifically, her being psychic allows me to approach obstacles from outside the box. This is one of my favorite aspects of writing in Pokemon settings that encourage creative battling and approaches to problems, such as this one. I enjoy the flavour it provides and think it’s fun to achieve a goal in an unorthodox method.
Provide a RP sample. It does not have to be long, but it should effectively display your character and how their Power Class ties into them.
Amelita jolted upright from her sleep, breathing hard with a cold sweat coating her skin. Her vision was blurred and she vigorously rubbed her eyes until her surroundings came into focus. The candles she lit had burned low, signaling that it was late into the night. She was home, safe. Rowlet was looking up at her, his head tilted and brows furrowed in concern. A thought entered her head, the voice it spoke in different than her own inner one but familiar to her by now. (Are you okay? Was it the dreams again?) it asked. This was Rowlet.
The girl nodded weakly. <The same one, with the cereal box and...Mom.> she thought back. It was a dream she had frequently, the first manifestation of her psionic abilities. Amelita had been young then, unable to reach her favorite cereal on a high shelf. She tried harder and harder to reach the box and eventually it came down to her, falling gently as a feather. Her mother had seen had seen what was happening, and in her shock had dropped and broken a glass. Amelita had been reprimanded horribly, told never to do such a thing ever again; but of course, she had no control over such things and the events continued.
Rowlet bobbed his head, nodding. (I know. I caught glimpses.) He hopped closer and Amelita scooped him into her lap, holding him close for comfort. He swiveled his head backwards to look at his trainer, the look of concern still on his round visage. (Your dreams will come true, I know it. The good ones, I mean. And then you won’t be alone.)
Amelita shook her head. <I’m not alone, not with you.> She ran her fingers through Rowlet’s plumage, the soft feathers providing ease from her racing mind. Her heartbeat began to slow as she calmed down.
(And I with you.) he replied. These words were exchanged frequently between the pair. (Will you sleep again?) She didn’t reply right away, giving the question some thought. After a moment she responded.
<I’ll try.>
(Then, I will watch until you do. Sweet dreams.) he said, swiveling his head forward as his consciousness slowly faded away from her own.
“You, too,” she said, aloud this time. Amelita laid down and after some time fell back into a sound, dreamless sleep until morning.
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IMUIT
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Post by IMUIT on Jan 8, 2018 3:10:09 GMT -6
Kari Murphy - You are approved for Morph! You may proceed with posting up your character profile. spookycam - You are approved for Psychic! You may proceed with posting up your character profile.
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Elinda Aspen
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Post by Elinda Aspen on Jan 8, 2018 17:34:21 GMT -6
OOC Name: Spartan Character Name: Elinda Aspen Power Class Desired: Communer
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development? Largely, the intent is for her partner Pokemon to have a direct influence on Elinda herself. In doing so this allows for other potential plots and opportunities that might not have existed before to open up - she's been through a lot, and left to her own devices Elinda is far more likely to look the other way and avoid getting involved in the problems of others unless immediate family is involved in the then and there. Her Pokemon have also been around long enough that they aren't likely to argue with Elinda or disobey her if she makes a decision - by allowing a less obvious form of influence, however, it allows for a more unconventional form of character growth and decision making. All the more so as the Metagross line are a gestalt consciousness made of many individual minds that gather as they evolve - to incorporate a human mind into that gestalt (with a Psychic type Pokemon no less) after decades of bonding and traveling seemed like a natural next step.
RP Sample:
It wasn't often that they battled anymore, and truthfully speaking it really wasn't her problem... but that didn't matter.
Didn't matter, because Metagross was singing.
It wasn't anything that could be put into words, not even something that Elinda herself could actually hear so much as feel. And it had been years, many long years since they'd last really had a battle. Years spent making money, raising her children, making sure that everything went right this time and making sure that she didn't repeat the mistakes of the past. So many years spent being careful that Elinda had forgotten what it had really meant to be alive in any meaningful sense... even if that meant putting herself in danger to do it. But that had always been how she had approached training, hand't it? Never ask something of them that you weren't willing to do yourself, never treat them as if they were anything less than you were. It was a method that had earned her their respect, and in Metagross's case his commitment. There was loyalty to be had in knowing that you would never be alone, that someone would always have your back - and when you didn't have to worry about such trivial things it meant you were well and truly free.
And it was that which they both felt now. Crouched atop the massive Steel type and the metal in her boots gluing the trainer in place as her red coat billowed in the air, a lively grin was the most prominent feature on Elinda's face as Metagross skidded backwards to avoid the Steelix's massive tail, appendage crashing into the ground where they'd been only a moment earlier. Something that should have by all accounts been concerning for both Pokemon and trainer, but there was more at play as the Iron Leg Pokemon's crimson eyes mirrored both the color of his trainer's and the glint they held. What might happen wasn't of concern.
They were alive, and they both felt it.
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blaire beckenbauer
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Post by blaire beckenbauer on Jan 9, 2018 22:51:16 GMT -6
OOC Name: invert Character Name: Blaire Beckenbauer Power Class Desired: Psychic
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development?
As a child, Blaire was best described as an awkward child who often found it very, very difficult to keep his emotions reined in; with psychic abilities that likely fluctuated during these emotional times, I imagine he’d have recognized his powers at a young age and realized just how potentially hazardous they were when out of his control. As he’s grown, he’s learned to pretty much stifle his emotions in order to keep a better control of his own life – his almost unnaturally flat affect comes from his belief that emotions cloud judgment and leave you weaker and more vulnerable than cold, hard rationality, and something tangible, such as psionic abilities, could very well be one of the catalysts that led him to that train of thought (along with him just feeling generally miserable whenever he had too strong of a negative emotional reaction).
The potential physical drawbacks of overuse of psychic abilities is really neat, as well, and would likely tie into the above concept. He would equate overuse of his abilities to his lack of emotional control, and conclude that not learning how to keep his feelings in check could have both mental and physical, tangible consequences, which would probably spark his desire to start isolating himself and making sure he was handling the situation.
Rather than forcing his abilities beneath the surface like his feelings, however, I think he’d be adamant to ‘conquer’ them to as much of an extent as he could and practice until he was sure he could manipulate the energy, rather than the energy lashing out in its own chaotic ways. He’s very controlling by nature, and I think he’d apply that same nature to his abilities.
Lastly, doing research (someone he adores and tends to do just for fun) as a teen would have sparked his interest in other occult/supernatural subjects, which in turn would have led to his interest in researching Ghost- and Psychic-types once he matured. In short, it would have impacted him in both negative and positive ways. The fear and anxiety he felt initially upon discovering his abilities, along with the backlash of people thinking he was freakish and weird throughout his school years, is part of what made him into the socially-awkward, emotionally-closed guy he is now. But it’s been a boon as well as a curse, and has helped him regain control of his own life and discover a passion and a purpose in the end.
Provide a RP sample. It does not have to be long, but it should effectively display your character and how their Power Class ties into them. (More of a memory 10-15 years past than a current sample, just for context. The first incident of him accidentally losing control and having no idea what was going on! I.. didn’t mean to write that much, it just sort of came out, w hoops. )
“Honey… Whatever you did, it’ll be okay. Open the door, please.”
Trembling, mocha-skinned hands curled themselves into fists as the boy gripped his bedsheets, curling up and casting panicked eyes towards the closed bedroom door. His head throbbed with a pain he’d thought impossible until he’d felt it, and he curled into himself a little further, choking back a whimper. She wasn’t going to understand. How could she, when Blaire himself couldn’t even understand what was going on?
The bully at school had targeted him, as he did upon most days – that wasn’t a surprise, even if Blaire loathed that part of the school day. He’d left the final class of the day – math, which was one of the favorite parts of the day for the straight-A student – only to be cornered by his locker and shoved into steel hard enough to steal the breath from his body.
It was hard to recall just what he’d said, especially through the painful haze that seemed to have settled within his mind, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Probably a jeering insult or a request for Blaire to do one of the many humiliating things that they tended to pressure the less-powerful children into. Blaire, too proud to accept whatever foul request had been made, had offered what he’d assumed was a witty retort; of course, school bullies, especially middle school ones, cared little for witty rebukes.
He’d been shoved harder into the locker, hard enough to leave bruises, and his eyes had followed the fist raised to his face level. An unspoken, but very real, threat.
He was a caged, cornered animal in that moment, facing punishment with nowhere to flee. And, for the first time in his life, he felt almost fiercely defiant. He was the animal that wanted to turn its claws and fangs onto its aggressor, even if only for a moment, to offer it a taste of its own medicine. I wanted him to hurt – hurt like he’s hurt me in the past.
The next part was a blur amid already foggy photographs – the fear and panic that had ensued afterwards had made it hard to focus on what specifically he’d done. He recalled his hands – trembling then, as they were trembling now – shifting to grasp the extended arm of the bully. He’d made no physical attack against the other boy – though he hated himself most days, he didn’t have a death wish – and could only recall what felt like a sharp, sudden burst of energy flowing invisibly out of him.
Then the screaming had started – the other boy’s screaming, not Blaire’s – and he’d released him, stumbling back with a glazed, pained look upon his face despite no physical harm coming to him. The hallway had erupted into chaos – others claimed that they’d seen the bully pushed back with no clear external cause, that they’d seen a frightening, gleaming look in Blaire’s eye – and he was lost in a swarm of pushing, stumbling bodies.
Out. I needed to get out. Anywhere but there.
And then, just like that, he was outside, kneeling in the dirt and trembling too hard to stand. His fingers had curled into dirt rather than against the cold, hallway floor – he would have panicked if not for the pain and nausea that sent him reeling. His head felt fit to burst, and the young boy felt a wetness on his face that, upon frenzied, nervous inspection, was revealed to be blood. A nosebleed.
It had taken him far too long to get up again – even when he forced himself to his feet, he felt lightheaded and dizzy on top of the fear of the unknown that had so thoroughly gripped him. He could only thank the gods that his house wasn’t too far away – though Blaire wasn’t one to skip school, this was a… unique case.
“S-stay back, stay away! I don’t want to—I didn’t mean to—I’ll hurt you, I think,” he stammered at his mother’s request, shrinking back against the wall as the doorknob twisted and rattled. His head – oh, gods, his head – swam with flashes of things he had no memory of, and he was dimly aware of the lights flickering as the panicked animal in him flashed its fangs once more.
The door his mother had opened abruptly slammed shut once more with no discernible caused – only because he’d willed it to, he later realized – and her surprised yelp was offset by the crash of exploding lightbulbs above his head.
Instinctively, the boy recoiled, choking back a sob as he felt the pain return, too sharp for him to focus. Shaking, he curled tighter onto his bed, unable to fight against the nausea and hurt that had come back with a vengeance this time. Some part of him felt too exhausted to even move as the door opened again, more hesitantly this time.
He couldn’t bring himself to meet his mother’s gaze – instead, sharp eyes bored holes into the Gastly-patterned sheets beneath him. His words, soft and frightened, were far away to him – a mere noise amid the unreadable static currently occupying his brain.
“W-what’s wrong with me…?”
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IMUIT
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Post by IMUIT on Jan 10, 2018 9:59:57 GMT -6
Elinda Aspen - You are approved for Communer! You can go ahead and submit your profile for acceptance. blaire beckenbauer - You are approved for Psychic! You can go ahead and submit your profile for acceptance.
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Alexandria Harmony
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Class 1: Morph [Gardevoir]
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Post by Alexandria Harmony on Jan 10, 2018 13:22:13 GMT -6
OOC Name: Christopher
Character Name: Alexandria Harmony
Power Class Desired: Morph (Gardevoir)
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development?
Alex is a natural born Gardevoir Morph born from the that of two morph parents, one a Gardevoir morph and the other a Gallade morph, both of whom soon Team Crux members. Both of whom the reason she ran away to become a trainer before they could ‘convince’ her to join. Even if she was proud of her own Morph heritage she couldn’t help but be saddened and a bit shy ward to how different her abnormalities made her to others. Such an attitude has led her to more distrusting of the normal humans and more enjoyable towards the very Pokémon around her. With her more frail structure coming from the Pokémon DNA she shares, Alexandria has grown to struggle with longer physical activity that she couldn’t use her own abilities to help with due to such a frail body frame. I plan for these factors to help apply more for her own character development as she grows to try and reconnect more with that of normal humans and gain some of her own personal trust towards them. All the while trying to overcome her own short comings by finding new and different paths around them.
Provide a RP sample. It does not have to be long, but it should effectively display your character and how their Power Class ties into them.
Alex watched as the sun began to reach its closing, the soft purring of the creature in her lap as she turned towards the moon rising. Her face only coarsely lit by the embers that remained from the fire. The blue hair falling from her eyes as she could only smile down towards her friend. ‘At least they’re not having those night terrors anymore.’, Alex would keep to her thoughts only leaning back slightly more against the log behind her. She wasn’t wishing to wake Aurora yet. This was one of the first nights in a while they hadn’t been dreaming of night terrors. Alexandria couldn’t blame them for such really. She remembered all too well of the weeks before. Heck she had only just gotten over some of her own less than a week back.
< Flash Back >
< Alexandria had woken up feeling honestly pretty good today. Just the other day her trainer license had come in through the mail. Her plans had been to leave for her own journey as soon as possible, with hopes that her parents wouldn’t be making too much of a fuss over it. She couldn’t explain why but, lately they had been acting quite strange. She was even willing to say almost unhappy about her trainer’s license. Her worries weren’t terribly high however, at most she was convinced that they were just upset over her leaving soon like most parents.
As she felt the brushing of Aurora next to her side, her smiles could only be lite as she walked quietly towards the living room. Smiles however, were always doomed for failure. As she heard voices in the living room she could only hear words that froze her in terror. “I know we promised to convince her to join Crux sir. We will do it tomorrow for certain, I wish for you to join us for dinner then. It will be an honor to have her following such traditions.”, Alex’s mother voiced loud and clear. All the while Alexandria could stay frozen in fear along the hallway, she had heard the stories of Team Crux, something she wasn’t an avid supporter of. There was only one way to do this, she had to take her journey tonight. That wasn’t to mean she wasn’t afraid, it was the very reason she stroked the fear ridden fur of her Zorua just to try and calm her friend. >
< Flash Back End >
“Don’t worry Aurora, I’ll keep you safe, I promise...”, Alex would whisper softly, knowing her mon had heard her just maybe, a soft nuzzle closer into her arm, under the horn of her chest and buried in the cloth of the natural grown fabric from her side horns was all she could know to confirm it. As the glow on her face grew darker and darker, the night air colder. The fire going out, she sent a small burst of psychic energy to put more tinder on the flame. Alexandria’s voice would ring soft only once more, “Tomorrow, tomorrow will be a new day, a better day, I guarantee it.”
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alro
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Post by alro on Jan 11, 2018 8:13:05 GMT -6
OOC Name: Yuukz Character Name: Alro Power Class Desired: Morph (Machop)
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development?
Alro is a morph who born out of atavism. His parents are not native to Stellara. They moved to Stellara when he's six from Hoenn, but they do have Stellaran blood in them. It's believed that their ancestors are part of Pokemon worshiping tribe... but the two did not know of this. At the moment of his birth, doctor that handled him was shocked to see such strange phenomenon rarely recorded in Hoenn. The doctor tried to explain to his parents about the phenomenon, a birth of a Morph and that their child is just "special". While indeed morphs are normal in Stellara, for the two of them who never saw one it ended up being freaky. Even when they at first tried to dismiss his condition as mere skin discoloration and covered his head spike with bandanna, the two could never got used to him. It escalated to the point where they even tried to do anything in their power to make him looks normal. The rejection and coupled with his parents obsession of "normal" made him decided to leave his home at thirteen. He currently struggled with finding a place where he truly belongs.
His morph status also sort of a driving factor of his own goal. Yes, he has heard about how Morphs can be rather unnatural, and he felt there's a certain stigma about it. It makes him desire a place where he could totally feel a sense where he belongs. However, most of all, he want to be a role model for people out there that being a morph does not mean you're evil, or you're slave to your past or your destiny. It's such a far goal for him though, considering that not even him really understand the place where he belongs. However, he's sure that as he travel, met with people with the same destiny with him, then surely one day he'll find what he's looking for. However for now, he think he'll just focus on challenging gyms while building up good deeds.
Provide a RP sample. It does not have to be long, but it should effectively display your character and how their Power Class ties into them.
Discolored skin reflected on the mirror. It's grey, slightly scaly to touch, yet it's not slimy or smooth. It's rough so to say, almost like calluses, except it's too thin to be called one... way too thin. Under that skin lies musculature that probably could rival bodybuilders, except probably it's denser and not as massive. Reflected red eyes looking back at its owner when he finally decided to look up, Yeah, that's him. What's so surprising at this point? It's not like all of this would suddenly gone and he could return back to normal, right? He reminded himself that whatever he saw in the dream was just that, a dream. How strange. It's been two years since then, but he always desired different sort of past and wished to turn back the time... of course that won't work, silly.
"...Been a while since last time I saw that... I wonder why."
Oh but he does know the answer. Dream is manifestation of your inner psyche. He really wanted to be normal. He want to return and all, but hey... what the hell, of course he can't. His parents never said it to his face outright, but he know already that he's an odd one out. He know what they think of him, not used to seeing a morph themselves. They think for some reason, their child has turned into an abomination. At first he thought it was nice addition. The color of his skin could be easily disregarded. The spike on his head? Well, just minor inconvenience. If he's bothered with it, he can easily cover it with his cap. Tail? Not a problem either he recall. He doesn't have tail. His problem is pretty much discolored skin and those strange head fins.
"Ah, well, I'm done."
There's no need to get drowned in that sort of thoughts. Alro dried off his face and stepped out from the bathroom. The moment he arrived on the lobby, a figure immediately goes in to kick him, to which he blocked. The power was... not bad. It stings, and it honestly shows how serious the Pokemon is on attacking him, but...
"Naive, Goro!"
The boy sent out punch at his Pancham, knocking him across the hall. Even so, he was quite pleased to see that the Pancham did not mind that and instead trying to get a go at him again. Of course he was stopped by Nurse Joy who just smiled wryly. "I don't want to patch him up again if it's wounds from abuse training, you know?" she warned. "As you can see, Goro has been fully healed... before you punched him across the hall. Don't be to reckless in accepting whatever 'Help Needed' until he got wounded like this again, alright? Well, then if that's all then if anything came up, please don't hesitate to come quickly."
Yes, it's the usual thing. People here are more accepting than even his own house, oh the irony. But still, he wanted to return to that house no matter what... or at least a real house to return to. Ah well, today it'll be a nice day again!
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Koa Leilani
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Post by Koa Leilani on Jan 11, 2018 12:33:17 GMT -6
OOC Name: connortavarin Character Name: Toki Power Class Desired: Morph (Riolu)
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development?
The idea for Toki as that he was someone kidnapped and experimented on by Team Crux and turned into an Artificial Morph for their growing roster. Toki wanted absolutely nothing to do with what Team Crux had planned for the region, but they unfortunately were not giving him a choice on the matter. Along with the physical transformation into a Morph, he was subjected to horrifying mental trauma in an attempt to brainwash him into being compliant. The result is a young man with a shattered identity who desperately tries to cling to his morals. The experiments had left him rather unstable and violent as the species he was fused with not meshing well with their methods of making him follow orders. Toki's story focuses on him coming to grips with his identity as a Morph and the abilities that come with it as well as he struggles to keep hold of who he is despite Team Crux's brainwashing. He would spend the first arc of his story being a sort of 'antagonist' for whoever wanted to battle him, particularly characters who have a negative standing with Crux as Toki has essentially been made an attack dog for the team. The end goal for his first arc is for him to break through the control Crux has him under and eventually defect. From there, he would try to find his way, knowing very little of his previous life and trying to truly understand a body he hasn't quite learned to control.
Provide a RP sample. It does not have to be long, but it should effectively display your character and how their Power Class ties into them.
The quarters were dimly lit as Toki lied down on the meager cot supplied to him. His muscles ached from the training he and his Pokemon were forced to endure and his blank stare barely registering the room around him. He looked at the back of his hand. His knuckled were scarred, but that was not what he focused on. He looked at the metallic growth and the blue fur that decorated it now. How long has it been? How long until he completely loses himself to Crux's machinations? He stood up from his cot and walked over to the mirror to look himself in the face. His eyes were a dim red in coloration and his ears were pointed and covered in the same blue fur as his hands. For the most part his face was still structured like a human's and not like the Pokemon he was modeled after, but there was a lot about his body that made it clear he wasn't an ordinary human. He felt angry, confused, and frustrated that he couldn't remember much past his affiliation with Crux. However, he knew this wasn't what he was before. He was positive he would have remembered having a tail of all things.
A punching bag hung in the room, torn and battered from Toki's training and stress relief. He walked towards it, heartbeat rising from his anger. Fists and teeth clenched, he slammed his fists against it again and again regardless of his muscles' protests. His Pokemon were always hurt during training. He would catch himself yelling at them in a way that seemed abusive in his rage. He hated it. Every part of it. Pokemon were supposed to be companions, not tools to yell at if they didn't perform perfectly. The higher his heart rate rose, the more savage he became, kicking at the bag with such force the chain holding it to the ceiling threatened to shatter. Soon his movements became less refined and more brutal. Remembering the pain that came from the experimentation led to a punch that broke the fabric of the bag and sent the whole thing flying off the chain with a heavy thud onto the ground.
Toki panted heavily, howling in anger as he began to vent his frustration by punching at the wall "Let me go! Let me go!" he shouted to no avail. No one ever came to check on him unless it was time for more training or a mission. With one last punch, he stood there, fist planted against the wall. His hands trembled from pain and his anguished state. Eventually, once his heart rate slowed down, he went back to his cot and tried to get some sleep. Despite being haunted by worries that he'd never find out about his past or how to keep his rage in check, he somehow managed to fall asleep.
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TYLER
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Post by TYLER on Jan 11, 2018 16:13:14 GMT -6
Alexandria HarmonySadly, we have decided against allowing Shiny morphs for the time being! You can still use the FC, just remove mention of it being shiny! Do that and hit me up and we'll see about getting this approved! alroSadly, after some discussion, we have determined a morph developing their traits later in life will not work. You're welcome to the atavism angle, however, we're going to need you to change that to him being that way from birth! Koa LeilaniApproved! Get to work on your app!
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TYLER
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down with royal
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Class 1: Digidestined
Class 2: King of Games
Class 3: Super Saiyan
Class 4: Spirit Detective
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Post by TYLER on Jan 11, 2018 16:17:50 GMT -6
Alexandria HarmonyApproved after changes made! Just a few grammatical issues that could use fixing, but nothing worth holding the app up over.
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TYLER
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down with royal
Posts: 281
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Class 1: Digidestined
Class 2: King of Games
Class 3: Super Saiyan
Class 4: Spirit Detective
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Post by TYLER on Jan 11, 2018 19:20:27 GMT -6
alroApproved! Get to work, muscleboi!
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dox
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Class 1: Morph [Mimikyu]
Class 2: Inspirator
Class 3: Outfitter
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Post by dox on Jan 13, 2018 0:26:09 GMT -6
OOC Name: invert Character Name: Dox Power Class Desired: Morph (Mimikyu)
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development?
Dox’s upbringing as a Mimikyu Morph – and the stigma of an unnatural form that had to remain cloaked and hidden, even when people are generally accepting of Morphs – shaped her personality as a whole. She was raised superstitiously by a parent who had, of course, had to endure similar things throughout their own life – a person who bad luck seemed to follow like a hungry hound. Her parent’s streak of bad luck, along with superstitions about Mimikyu and its appearance in general, created quite the intense reaction when Dox was born featuring quite a bit of Mimikyu’s unnatural appearance.
She was shoved into full-body outfits and cloaks and told of how she must never reveal her true form – least of all, her face – to anyone, unless she wanted very bad curses and events to unfold for whoever happened to catch a glimpse of her. She was terrified of herself for a while when she was young, and grew up thinking she was some cursed abomination that shouldn’t even have been. Bad luck seemed to follow her like it did her parent – whether this was an actual result of bad juju or just some unfortunate coincidence is anyone’s guess, of course.
Despite her upbringing and her belief that she’s inherently terrible and brings only unpleasant things, she’s started to try to fight against it as she gets older. She’s careful, as always, to remain hidden and cloaked at all times, but a part of her believes that she might be able to cancel out all of the bad things she believes she’s created if she spreads enough good and positivity in the world. It’s led her to begin wandering the region and trying her best to spread good things and help people and people wherever she can; the fact that she’s always been curious and eager to see the world, but never actually allowed to, only encourages her.
(The more sadistic part of me also thinks it’d be interesting for people from Crux to go after her at some point, since having a mysterious, supposedly-cursed monster on your side could be seen as a boon. She wouldn’t want to go for it, but I could definitely see that leading to some interesting interactions – as well as a more defensive, aggressive Dox if she gets backed into a corner – in the long run.)
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A shade roamed the town, shrouded as always.
She felt their eyes upon her – and, really, who could blame them for the gasps of fear uttered, for the way their skin crawled and they felt compelled to shrink away when she passed? Long arms – too long, too skinny, and shrouded in ragged cloth – hugged her midsection as she squeezed by a clustered crowd, a genuine apology oozing from her throat in a hiss that sounded anything but true. She could only cringe and shake her head as the one closest to her startled, turning to stare at whoever had uttered such a strangely inhuman sound.
Though she stared back, he was met only with the gaping, solid black of a cloth. But he felt eyes upon him, and, despite himself, shuddered.
… Perhaps it was for the best she wasn’t staying in town for long.
She glided over the earth with minimal effort, spindly, shadowy limbs hardly grazing the earth between strides. There was a certain grace to her movement that felt at once beautiful and eerie – something that, while certainly not normal movement, was oddly pleasant to behold. She had slipped through the crowds and twisted into a dark alley before most even noticed she was there.
It was there that she found a kindred spirit – a wayward vagabond who was often scorned, but rarely understood.
Fate had brought a blessing and good fortune, rather than its typical curses, upon her today, and Dox found herself thanking whatever powers reigned above or below.
The creature before her had once been regal, she was certain of it. In a more-groomed state, it was easy to imagine the luxurious gleam of clean, white fur standing out vividly against the shorter, dark grey that masked the creatures face. A black mask, like hers. The long, scythe-like horn and massive, black claws – a threatening appearance that, judging from the Pokemon’s tired, wary expression, was as much a ruse as her own menace.
Someone as versed in tales of fortune and misfortune as herself would have had to been blind to not recognize the Absol for what it was. An infamous Dark-type – one of the more maligned Pokemon in history. A supposed harbinger of doom.
Fate must have had a sense of humor to bring two cursed creatures together in such a way. Perhaps, like herself, this harbinger was trying to escape his lot in life.
A pair of red, vivid eyes, stunning in their intelligence, shifted to her cloaked face; Dox got the impression that the Absol was looking through her disguise, as though it could see her for who she truly was. Unlike most, however, it didn’t look frightened – a refreshing change. The Dark-type took a step forward, scenting the air but remaining eerily calm.
She found herself stepping forward as well, hidden gaze tilted down to analyze the white-and-grey Pokemon. Words, soft and dripping with an unearthly purr, escaped her throat as one cloth-covered hand was extended. “You are… friend…?” There was hope in that growly voice -- curiosity in the way her head canted first one way, and then the other as she waited eagerly for a response.
The Absol studied her a few moments longer, eyes narrowed intently as it scrutinized her shape. There was nothing human about the one before him – something that he had no quarrel with, as humans tended to cause more harm than good. This… entity, however, felt… genuine, in a way that he rarely felt.
And so the once-proud, solitary creature strode forward, shifting to press a soft, black nose in the dirtied, ragged fabric of the Morph’s dress cloak. There was an innocence to this one that seemed nearly extinct in these days, and the Absol made a silent vow to protect the young woman with his life.
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IMUIT
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Post by IMUIT on Jan 14, 2018 1:47:47 GMT -6
dox - You're approved for Morph! You may go ahead and post up your profile whenever you're ready.
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Damian Moreau
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Я никогда не был готов.
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Class 1: Type Expert [Flying]
Class 2: Breeder
Class 3: Aura Guardian
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Post by Damian Moreau on Jan 14, 2018 9:23:10 GMT -6
OOC Name: Ven Character Name: Damian Moreau Power Class Desired: Aura Guardian
How will your Power Class contribute to your character’s story and development? Damian’s own discovery of his Aura capabilities was by accident—he didn’t know that it would end up becoming an integral part of his life. He was definitely surprised, if not outright alarmed, when he started seeing a haze around the children that would always bother and bug him to come out and join them on the playground. Of course, when he first tried to tell his teachers about this, they thought he was just making things up—and that he needed to rest.
But they were terribly mistaken on that part.
Damian isn’t aware that his own father also has the exact same Aura capabilities that he has—is it an inherited kind of thing much like Psychic powers are, he doesn’t know—but what he does understand is that every individual has a very specific “haze” of colors that surrounds them like an invisible skin, only visible to those who can see Aura like him. While his peers initially wrote off him saying that he could see these colors as a child’s young ramblings, the longer time that passed, the more acutely aware he became that he had something that wasn’t exactly considered as ‘normal’ by everyone else.
While those who are Aura-sensitive are few and far between in Hoenn, he wants to know more about what he’s capable of. While finishing his studies back home, he tried to seek out other individuals who wouldn’t laugh at his ‘gift’ or consider him ‘weird’ for having it. Having found nobody (as he didn’t want to tell his father that he was maybe going crazy with this riot of color he could see layered atop an individual) he’d decided to look for answers elsewhere, which brings him to Stellara. Hopefully the new region would have the answers that he’s looking for…
Provide an RP sample. It does not have to be long, but it should effectively display your character and how their Power Class ties into them. (this takes place back in Hoenn)
It was a secret he’d kept mostly to himself, and one that terrified him every single day. While he wanted to live a normal life as much as possible, he knew that being able to see this haze of colors around other people was never good news. While he hadn’t gotten the courage to ask the few friends he had if they knew anything about what Aura was in general, he’d gone to search through the local libraries in Mossdeep and had turned up nothing. Sighing, he knew it was going to be a bit of a problem trying to find someone who would believe him when he said that he could see human auras… as well as Pokémon auras, too.
With Pokémon it was slightly easier—if not for the part that they couldn’t understand him when he talked to them—but at least they pretended to listen to him, if that helped. He’d asked for a week of leave from the institute he was attending, in order to get things into some kind of order.
He wasn’t expecting one of his best friends to be waiting for him, though, before he left for that week. The burn of what he knew was a fiery-red aura, mixed in with mellowly orange and yellow, was unmistakable as Mike came into view.
“Hey, Dams, where ya goin’?” he asked, and for a few moments the fiery-red was all Damian could process as he blinked several times, willing himself to ‘shut off’ the sight at will. It had taken quite some time for him to actually be able to do this, but it was a start. Slowly, surely, the flaming aura that was his best friend Michael Carter’s vanished from his field of vision.
“Hey, man. You okay? You look… bothered,” he continued, a tinge of concern in his voice.
“I—I’ll be fine. Look, d-don’t worry about me, I just need to fix some stuff at home. I’ll be back in a week, okay?” he replied, rubbing the sides of his head. Sometimes having to deal with so many auras in a single, confined space was such a problem, it gave him near-constant headaches. “I’ll keep in touch with you, okay? Don’t worry about things. I’ve already told the professors that I’ll be away for a week, and I know I’ll be a little behind… so good luck trying to find someone to do your homework for you, you nut,” he ended with a bit of a grin on his face.
“What?! Hey, c’mon man! Artie doesn’t know about my fields of study as well as you, and—” Mike began to protest when a third figure came up to join them, accompanied by a sleeping Abra—it was the third member of their little group, Artie. While Damian had managed to ‘turn off’ the human-side of his Aura sight, he could still pick up a calm, peaceful, relaxed sense of being coming from the sleeping, levitating companion that was with their tan-skinned companion.
“What? What’s this I’m hearin’? Dams, you’re goin’ somewhere?” their other friend asked, giving Mike a fist-bump in greeting.
“Yeah, I have to. That, and I have to find something to be able to deal with my headaches…” Damian muttered, mentally finishing the rest of the sentence with, “…but it’s not like you two can understand that I can see things around everyone here, and my head’s about to explode from the overload. I should really look for someone who can help me with this Aura thing…”
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IMUIT
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Post by IMUIT on Jan 14, 2018 19:16:17 GMT -6
Damian Moreau - You are approved for Aura Guardian! You may go ahead and post up your profile whenever you are ready.
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